Luke Garçons - Donut Shop Lyrics

I rob the donut store
I grab my long john
Call her on her phone i think she wanna go to Cinnabon
And I keep a little jelly and I keep a Pop Tart
With some frosting and the sprinkles and they lookin’ like art
I rob the candy store
She lookin for some more
Kicks are fire like the ones that I use to make the s’mores
Close my door
I’m waiting in these lines like a chore
Only time I feel myself is when I’m at the corner store
Grab a cookie and a bag
Spread that frosting spend that cash
I might pull up ‘for I even make it to my class
This is hard to make lil baby I been livin fast
She be flexing for my baby she be flexing for the fame
Think she wanna little syrup so she put it on her plate
Put that dough in and I’m bouta mix it with a couple chips
It’s a little sloppy so I keep a little for my wrist
Make a pastry
Make some cash
Pop a cupcake
Eat it like the flash
I been living for these sweets
I’m looking through the glass
Got a couple cakes
I eat it when I do the dash
I got my heavy whipping cream
I bought it for the team
I think she like the taste I’m giving so she eat it like a fiend
One more time
I’m always in her eye just like I’m skies
She want a little more so she gon’ eat up on my pies
I rob the donut store
I grab my long john
Call her on her phone i think she wanna go to Cinnabon
And I keep a little jelly and I keep a Pop tart
With some frosting and the sprinkles and they lookin like art
I rob the candy store
She lookin for some more
Kicks are fire like the ones that I use to make the s’mores
Close my door
I’m waiting in these lines like a chore
Only time I feel myself is when I’m at the corner store (Corner store)

I rob the donut store
I grab my long john
Call her on her phone i think she wanna go to Cinnabon
And I keep a little jelly and I keep a Pop Tart
With some frosting and the sprinkles and they lookin’ like art
I rob the candy store
She lookin for some more
Kicks are fire like the ones that I use to make the s’mores
Close my door
I’m waiting in these lines like a chore
Only time I feel myself is when I’m at the corner store
Grab a cookie and a bag
Spread that frosting spend that cash
I might pull up ‘for I even make it to my class
This is hard to make lil baby I been livin fast
She be flexing for my baby she be flexing for the fame
Think she wanna little syrup so she put it on her plate
Put that dough in and I’m bouta mix it with a couple chips
It’s a little sloppy so I keep a little for my wrist
Make a pastry
Make some cash
Pop a cupcake
Eat it like the flash
I been living for these sweets
I’m looking through the glass
Got a couple cakes
I eat it when I do the dash
I got my heavy whipping cream
I bought it for the team
I think she like the taste I’m giving so she eat it like a fiend
One more time
I’m always in her eye just like I’m skies
She want a little more so she gon’ eat up on my pies
I rob the donut store
I grab my long john
Call her on her phone i think she wanna go to Cinnabon
And I keep a little jelly and I keep a Pop tart
With some frosting and the sprinkles and they lookin like art
I rob the candy store
She lookin for some more
Kicks are fire like the ones that I use to make the s’mores
Close my door
I’m waiting in these lines like a chore
Only time I feel myself is when I’m at the corner store (Corner store)